Kim's Krazy Poetry...

[hippie_chick666]

Hello all! I feel like I use up too many threads posting single poems when my mind creates thousands of them (just not all get recorded!) so I think I am going to start a thread with all of my poetry on it. I hope you enjoy the journey you are about to take, a journey into the depths of a bipolar mind, where painful memories are neutered and spayed, where the glimmer of light from I know not what shines through, where love conquers all and peace prevails, except during those dark days...

The trash of the mind...

The dark shadows lie within,
hidden like trash inside a dumpster,
away from the every day sight.

This trash appears only when the
lid is opened, and the stench of
rotten eggs and stale donuts
comes rushing at you in the face.

The sight of someone's half digested
spaghetti and meat sauce are
enough for the strongest stomachs
to heave in disgust.

When the dumpster becomes
overfilled with pizza boxes,
bloody tampons, and other
random refuse, eyes are turned
away from the messy sight,
only to pretend that it doesn't exist.

These are the dangers that lurk inside
the mind of the everyday person,
their shattered dreams and
scarred past shoved way down deep
so they won't have to deal with
the garbage of the soul.

The problem arises when the
cover to these painful memories
is lifted, maybe not on purpose
but by accident, triggered by a
friend or enemy or drugs.

The stench of the pain becomes
overwhelming; it takes over the body
and floods the mind with its
hidden messages and deeper meaning
that can only be found by those who
look and listen and feel without judgement.

Those who judge their pain only
feel it deeper and feed the monster
by giving it more energy until
they slam the lid down HARD
and go on like before, living
with a pile of trash in a dumpster,
never to be dealt with...

Peace and love

[hippie_chick666]

The cool, marine mist with its scent of
salt and fish cover my face,
soothing my tense and tangled nerves.
I see a sailboat in the distance,
with its shades of whites and oranges
against an aquamarine background.
Ah, paradise.

Flash forward ten years and
the scenery is much different.
The skies are a hazy shade of
grey, while the waters are a film of
black iridescent oil,
covering the ocean likes
a second skin.

Unless we do something,
this is what our future may
look like...

Peace and love

[hippie_chick666]

The ball ends when the clock strikes midnight.
Until then, let's live life fully, allowing
the liquid to flow freely and cups not to run dry.
Waiting for the grand entrance
of his and her and our highness,
full of life and laughter and love,
just being one with all
and one with none
simultaneously.

Peace and love

[hippie_chick666]

Let the energy flow

Feel the oneness with all,
the divine within
the love of a god unknown
to those who claim to know it

The utter simplicity of the flow
the current of the mind
the essences of what
cannot be named
by those who try
to describe it

Feel the holy Now,
the great power within
the perfection of
imperfections.

Peace and love

[hippie_chick666]

The seed

From the mind springs thoughts
which influence actions and speech
until the world we live in
is the world we create.

It can be a beautiful paradise
if we accept what Is and
change what Can be
into what should be
without struggle,
without effort.

The world can also be a hell
given the worst the human heart
can produce, suffering
from resisting what Is
and settling for ideals
of what Should be
rather than acting.

The world can be either;
what do you make of it?

Peace and love

[redyelruc]

Hello all! I feel like I use up too many threads posting single poems when my mind creates thousands of them (just not all get recorded!) so I think I am going to start a thread with all of my poetry on it.

Good idea. I think I may join you and make my own personal thread.


The trash of the mind...


These are the dangers that lurk inside
the mind of the everyday person,
their shattered dreams and
scarred past shoved way down deep
so they won't have to deal with
the garbage of the soul.


Peace and love
I particularly like the trash of the mind idea. Mine, unfortunately, is way too full and it seems like the garbage collectors are on strike or something. Anyway, nice stuff. I will be checking in on your thread for more of your writing.

Peace,
A.

[hippie_chick666]

Chaos

Mixed emotions scattered amongst the rubbish
littered across my room
no expectations
empty bottles surrounded by
granola wrappers and papers
mingled with notebooks on the floor.
Chaos of the soul.

Peace and love

[redyelruc]

LOL, sounds like you need a maid!

[hippie_chick666]

Vodka

The tears stream down in torrents,
flooding an empty bathroom
devoid of any signs of life
besides the half empty
bottle of Grey Goose
resting upon the ceramic tiles.
Time does not heal all wounds.

Peace and love

[hippie_chick666]

B-town

White Salem limestone adorns otherwise
nude buildings which stand in the center
of a bustling metropolis known as Bloomington.
Shops of all types and colors emerge from the shadows,
while quaint restaurants peak out from the sidewalk,
the aroma of garlic and fried rice wafting
from within, tempting the senses.
Orange block print signs beg for help,
hanging next to black cursive posters
advertising deals to sweet to pass up.

A pair of tan leather slides: $14
A couple interesting books: $39
An overpriced vinyl hand bag: $57
Spending time with dear friends: priceless

Peace and love

[Sign Related]

You know, you got some nerve calling me mental ill when you're the one bipolar, not me. Dont take it out on others. Oh but you cant help ot can you?

By the way, your poerty sucks. But that's just my diagnoses/opinion. I guess that's because you're bipolar. lol! That medication they got you on got you too doped up.

[hippie_chick666]

I don't make claims that I am sent by a higher messenger. If I did, I would hope someone would help me. I am in touch with reality, unlike some of your posts.

BTW, sticks and stones, love.

Peace and love

[hippie_chick666]

Broken butterfly wings
cover your naked body,
lying in the pale shade,
hidden from piercing eyes
and judging hearts
while you rest in total
tranquility,
one with the world.

Peace and love

[hippie_chick666]

Your skies are shades of oranges, reds, and pinks
Fields of poppies and violets bloom in your presence
Bubbling brooks follow your trail of tears
Your shadows are filled with neutered memories
and dreams left unfulfilled.
Your glorious beauty only
pales to what could have been

Peace and love

[redyelruc]

Broken butterfly wings
cover your naked body,
lying in the pale shade,
hidden from piercing eyes
and judging hearts
while you rest in total
tranquility,
one with the world.

Peace and love
I like this a lot. I wish I felt like it more often. BTW, I'm really curious. Who is the shrink on the top of this page with all of the psychiatric evaluations? LOL

[hippie_chick666]

Shanti's revenge

The page stares back blankly
full of misguided syllables
mangled strokes of a pen
lines become blurry
as a single drop
falls from the baby blue
eye of a child, lost,
confused from the
whirlwind of emotions
that enveloped her
dam of self confidence,
leaving her vulnerable
to the unforgiving waves
of self doubt, triggered by
the merciless taunts
of her imaginary friends
Pain is her only true companion,
a lover who will never
abandon her,
who will stay with her til
the end of this joke
we call existence
and at what cost?
What is the cost to
live in this superficial world?
A sacrificed identity
for a mask of shallow
acceptance by an cruel
and uncaring society.

Peace and love

[redyelruc]

Shanti's revenge

The page stares back blankly
full of misguided syllables
mangled strokes of a pen
lines become blurry
as a single drop
falls from the baby blue
eye of a child, lost,

Very beautifully written. 'A child, lost.' Aren't we all?


Pain is her only true companion,
a lover who will never
abandon her,

This is also a great image. Terribly sad. I like this whole poem a lot. One thing I didn't get...the title? Shanti is and Indian word isn't it? Anyway, it doesn't take away from my enjoyment of the piece.

Peace,
A.

[hippie_chick666]

Shanti is the name that I am very fond of. I want to name my daughter (if I have one) Tara Nikole Shanti Bradley. That name of the poem just kind of flowed from the top of my head.

Peace and love

[usfcat]

I like your Vodka one. These are all great. Poems of pain are always the best. Great work :)

[hippie_chick666]

Thank you for the positive feedback. I appreciate it.

Peace and love

[hippie_chick666]

Crucify me

Empty thoughts flood my mind
filling the void of nothingness
leaving me naked and exposed
for all to crucify me for my beliefs
while I wait for my salvation,
never meant to appear to
Save me from myself.

Peace and love

[hippie_chick666]

Crucify me Part 2

I am stripped naked,
a lamb led for slaughter
for your own perverse pleasure
while you watch on your
golden throne, ornate
with lapis lupis and moonstone,
so symbolic of your infinite wisdom
as you condemn me for
my beliefs that you are
not the chosen one,
for no one is more special
than anyone else but
my line of reasoning
is out of line and
out of touch
with your reality.
Hang me upon your
cross of hatred
and I will gladly
come back for more
if that means I can
save one person
from the dangers
of your delusions.

Peace and love

[redyelruc]

Crucify me Part 2

as you condemn me for
my beliefs that you are
not the chosen one,
for no one is more special
than anyone else...

I really like this poem. It's angry and powerful. I'm presuming it's a critique of over-zealous christians. Well written.


Hang me upon your
cross of hatred
and I will gladly
come back for more

Never give up. Never cringe. Never waver. Never falter. Stand up for what you believe in.

Peace,
A.

[hippie_chick666]

White whirling wisps of smoke
billow from the butt of a cigarette
while I inhale its sweet essence,
allowing my mind to drift off
into sweet nothingness.

Peace and love

[hippie_chick666]

Leave me alone,
broken and bloodied
on the side of the street,
lost in my infinite sorrows
while my heart is torn,
beating and bleeding
from my deformed chest,
with no hope of repair
except by some glue
will you help me inhale?
I'm alone once again.

Peace and love

[hippie_chick666]

The words that I am searching for
cannot or will not have the ability
to fully capture the state of my mind,
my mental affairs, or my emotional state
although I shall fumble for the perfect
sounding syllables and imagery unmatched
to convey the depths of my infinite sorrow,
the self afflicted pain which I put myself
through no fault of my own,
blame bad genetics,
blame a sadistic god,
although I prefer to
focus my energy on the
former of the two.

Let me refocus my aim
back at the unending pain
which eats at my aching heart
and destroys my numb mind,
reducing me from a person into
simple neuron misfirings and
dopamine levels out of balance.
That is an easy explanation of
why I am locked in my own
personal heart shaped box
but doesn't not provide the key,
which would allow me to escape
from the bipolar prison I'm within.

Peace and love

[hippie_chick666]

***Disclaimer*** I am not suicidal so don't take this poem as literal. It's just a creation from the darkest side of mind.

This isn't eloquent and sweet,
well worded or thought out.
it's a glimpse into a tortured mind
that might be too much to bear
for the average audience
who can't relate to the
overwhelming pain of living
a manic depressive life.

Kurdt Kobain knew that burning and
uncontrollable pain as well as I do
and could express it much better
as he did in his brilliant work of art,
the ultimate cry for help called Milk It
"Look on the bright side is suicide"
a statement which is looking
more and more attractive every day.

What did Kurdt want to call his last release?
I hate myself and I want to die
That is how I feel tonight.
I am tired of the seemingly
bottomless pit of depression
that appears to be my life.

If life is an infinite ocean of experiences,
then I am fucked because I can't swim,
trying so desperately to stay afloat
but drowning keeps looking better and better
compared to the struggle of everyday life.

I look at the pathetic state of my mind and poem
and can only come up with one simple prayer,
May I fall asleep and never suffer again.


Peace and love

[redyelruc]

If life is an infinite ocean of experiences,
then I am fucked because I can't swim,

trying so desperately to stay afloat
but drowning keeps looking better and better
compared to the struggle of everyday life.
I think this excerpt is great. The simplicity of these first two lines is perfect. I'm lucky in that I can swim.... but sometimes I just forget how.

Nice work Hippiechick.
Keep posting.
Peace,
A.